Sunday School Poem by Owain Glyn

Sit still, I need to wash your face, you can't go out like this,
What would the neighbors think?
That I would let you go to Chapel to gaze on the countenance of our Saviour,
With a dirty face?

Sit still, I need to wash your ears, you can't go out like this,
What would Mrs. Pugh think?
That I would let you go to Chapel to hear the words of our Saviour
With dirty ears?

Sit still, I need to wash your hands, you can't go out like this,
What would Mrs. Evans think?
That I would let you go to Chapel to touch the words of our Saviour
With dirty hands?

Sit still, I need to wash your knees, you can't go out like this,
What would Mrs. Thomas think?
That I would let you go to Chapel to kneel to the glory of our Saviour
With dirty knees?

Oh, sod! I've run out of soap, so why don't you stay at home,
And play instead of pray!
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